"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I should fly. The corners of Ren Jiuxiao's mouth hooked an arc, but it was by no means a kind smile, but full of provocative ridicule. Ying Feiyang replied not to be outdone: "I haven't seen you for a long time, your knowledge has deteriorated, although the wind crossing is faster than the Ao Han swordsmanship, but it is intended to be a crazy word, losing the accuracy of the frost's own Lingyun meaning, and the power is infinite when attacking the crowd, but although the wind is crazy when it is one-on-one, there must be a gap in the gap, as long as you grasp this millimeter, you can defeat it." ”

Xie Lingyan next to him listened to it, and also secretly bowed his head, and read: "Ying Feiyang, this kid's book is really not copied in vain, if you only talk about the grasp of sword theory, I really can't match him." ”

Ren Jiuxiao didn't think so, and said with a smile: "Blame me for not making it clear, what I want to use is my wind crossing." As he spoke, Ren Jiuxiao's footsteps did not stop, and the sword was already unsheathed! With a flick of his wrist, he made a move to cross the border with a strong wind. The sword is like a strong wind sweeping grass, sweeping the plain, saying that it is a violent wind transiting, but it is very different from what other disciples make, the sword wind is not scattered around, but condensed into a force that only attacks the enemy in front of you, and it is already seven consecutive swords without blinking, and there is no flaw in the seven swords.

"Good move, the wind crosses, crazy people, but the sword is calm, and the cold sword of the madman makes this trick reborn. Xie Lingyan thought in his heart, and suddenly realized that although this move was very different from other disciples, it was faintly similar to Ying Feiyang's swordsmanship, and then he moved his gaze to Ying Feiyang.

But seeing Ying Feiyang sneering at Ren Jiuxiao, he said, "I don't know, when did this sword technique become yours?"

"You can learn my Xingluo Qibu, why can't I learn your swordsmanship. "It turned out that day of fighting, not only should Feiyang gain a lot, Ren Jiuxiao also benefited a lot, not to say it, but Ren Jiuxiao still had to admit that Ying Feiyang's Wind Breaking Cloud Sword was much higher than the original version, so when he was recruiting, he was still figuring out the changes in the opponent's sword moves, and based on the original swordsmanship, he learned Ying Feiyang's swordsmanship with only a little study. Thinking of this, Ren Jiuxiao had a smug sneer on his face and asked, "How should you solve this trick?"

"Simple, Aohan swordsmanship, frost and snow, turn to attack the next road!" Ying Feiyang's quick words fell, Ren Jiuxiao also put away the smugness on his face, condensed his face, and replied: "The wind is chaotic, see if you are fast or I am fast." ”

"Walking on thin ice, retreat to the left and attack the right!" "The sky is vast, no matter where you come from, my sword is enough!"

"Frost and ice!", "The wind has left traces!", "Frozen three feet", "The wind is light and the clouds are light...... One move at a time, bursting out from the mouths of the two, although the body did not move, in the eyes of the confrontation, there was a sword light fluttering, in an instant, a hundred moves had passed, and both of them had a sweat on their heads, but the more they talked, the faster they talked, often the former had not finished reporting, and the latter had spit out a strain move, and the onlookers, only Xie Lingyan's thinking could still keep up with the speed of the two...... "The wind is sad and the clouds are miserable!" "The moon is cold and the stars are cold!" The two suddenly stopped, each gasping and staring at each other, not giving in to each other. "Go on, why did you stop?" Luo Zhonghao asked, scratching his head.

Xie Lingyan glanced at him, knowing that Yue Leng Xinghan was sad about the upper hand, and it happened to be a situation where the sword blade was in line with each other, and it evolved into a situation where the true yuan was fighting, but he didn't bother to explain it to Luo Zhonghao.

"It seems that you can't tell the difference between victory and defeat if you just move your mouth. Ren Jiuxiao stretched forward with one hand, and the true qi in his palm condensed, making a posture of facing each other. Only talking about sword moves, it is difficult to see up and down, at this time, whoever is really strong and strong, who is the winner. Facing Ren Jiuxiao's invitation to fight, Ying Feiyang's eyes instantly dimmed, took a step back, pulled his lips and hooked a wry smile: "I'm afraid it won't be comparable today." ”

"Why?" Ren Jiuxiao asked. "The practice has gone wrong. Ying Feiyang pretended to be an understatement to cover up the bitterness in his words. Ren Jiuxiao frowned, and then his palms were like electricity, buckled towards Ying Feiyang's vein, Ying Feiyang didn't think much about it, backhanded everything, and slashed at Ren Jiuxiao's wrist, but the hand knife was shocked by Ren Jiuxiao's body protection true qi, and his arm was also shocked to numb, at this time, Ren Jiuxiao's five fingers were like hooks, tightly locking Ying Feiyang's wrist.

Ren Jiuxiao's true qi penetrated into his body, and the jade void true qi that should fly around his body counterattacked by himself, but several strands of true qi were unguided, fighting separately, and without cooperation, the true qi would be like a straggler, but in a moment, it was scattered by Ren Jiuxiao's true qi, and Ren Jiuxiao's true qi drove straight in, straight to the sea of qi.

True Qi invaded, Ying Feiyang suddenly felt that the meridians were as painful as a knife cut, but he was already used to this kind of pain, so he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, but he heard Xie Lingyan scream angrily: "Ren Jiuxiao, stop me." ”

The flying sword came out of the sheath in response, Xie Lingyan raised his sword and turned into a green rainbow, only for a moment, he forced in front of Ren Jiuxiao, Xie Lingyan shot angrily, it was to use this sword to give up many changes, only to express his chest quickly and fiercely, and stabbed Ren Jiuxiao's arm.

Ren Jiuxiao's hand did not withdraw, but the other hand had already raised his sword, because of the distraction, Ren Jiuxiao did not dare to take it hard, the sword strength was as light as flying as a silk, and with a shake of the tip of the sword, he drew several interlocking sword circles around the flying sword that stabbed directly, although the blades were not handed over, but with a viscous spiral airflow.

Xie Lingyan only felt that the sword pierced into the mire, and the slower and slower he went, so he immediately made a decision, and retreated half a step back when the sword style was not used up and the sword moves were not exhausted, and then reorganized the sword style, and a little sword tip became more than a dozen, and he couldn't tell which one was virtual and which was real.

"Okay!" Ren Jiuxiao exclaimed, it turned out that although Xie Lingyan's first sword was ruthless, it was also contaminated with anger and lost the cold and ethereal sword intent of the Binghua Cold Sword, but she already knew it halfway through the move, and changed her moves in time.

Although Ren Jiuxiao was suppressed by the sword, his feet were still steady, the light of the long sword in his hand flickered, and he didn't know how many swords came out in an instant, either positive or negative, curved or straight, and the sound of the exchange was continuous, as noisy and staggered as the rain hitting the window.

Although Ren Jiuxiao is the best among the young disciples, but Xie Lingyan in front of him is one of the few people who can compete with him, Ren Jiuxiao does not move, only meets the enemy with one hand, and is at a disadvantage in a moment, but he still grabs Ying Feiyang's hand, and his real momentum is like a broken bamboo and probes Ying Feiyang's dantian.

"Don't withdraw your hand yet!" Xie Lingyan scolded, the sword of virtual reality merged into one, and the strength was superimposed, Ren Jiuxiao's horizontal sword, with the sword body against the tip of the Feining Sword, "Ding" A crisp sound, the sword in Ren Jiuxiao's hand broke off at the waist, and the strength of the Feining Sword did not stop, drawing a bloody mark on Ren Jiuxiao's arm, when Ren Jiuxiao was recruited, the unconscious true qi was in chaos, only at this moment, the suppressed true qi in the Ying Feiyang dantian was like a torrent, and the wanton majestic power roared out, turning into an amazing force.

"Touch!" A low sound, Ren Jiuxiao was shocked back a few steps by this majestic force, a trace of fishy sweetness appeared in his throat, and he looked at Ying Feiyang with a surprised look, but this look immediately turned into a sudden realization, and said: "It's hard to collect and difficult to release, powerful and powerless, so that's the case, no wonder you don't want to fight with me." ”

Suddenly, he asked, "How many days will it take to reply?"

Ying Feiyang's true qi in his body shook off the strong enemy, at this time, he was churning like a wild dragon out of the gate, flowing around his body, and it was difficult to speak for a while, but Ying Feiyang didn't want to lose his momentum, and forced his true qi to reply: "It's not long, it won't take two years!"

"Two years ......" Ren Jiuxiao sighed, a sense of loneliness emanated from him, and the broken sword in his hand was still on the ground like a waste, "No matter how good the sword is, it should be dull if it is not sharpened for two years, it's a pity!" Ren Jiuxiao's eternally arrogant and indifferent face showed unprecedented sympathy, and his eyes looked at Ying Feiyang, but this heartfelt sympathy was more stinging than any cold words.

"What are you talking about!" Ying Feiyang only felt a hot breath surging into his head, and his true qi became even more violent and manic. Ying Feiyang is a proud person, and under his humble appearance, he is a sword bone that would rather be bent, just like in the face of the provocation of Luo Zhonghao's two younger brothers, he can still treat each other politely, saying that he is well cultivated, it is better to say that he does not take the other party in his eyes at all, how can he have the heart to care about them.

But Ren Jiuxiao is different, he is an opponent recognized by Feiyang, because of the appreciation, so the two will face each other-for-tat, and now the mercy from the opponent is the biggest humiliation for Feiyang. Extremely angry, he held his breath in his throat, and he was already on the verge of going mad.

Xie Lingyan saw that Ying Feiyang's eyes were red, his face was like blood, he knew that something was wrong, and he was anxious to channel his true qi, and at the same time hated Ren Jiuxiao: "Ren Jiuxiao, did you come to Danxia Peak just to shake your majesty?"

Ren Jiuxiao shook his head indifferently and said, "The registration for the sword trial conference started, I thought there would be two opponents here, but I don't know, there is only one left." After saying that, he turned around and walked away in high spirits, not glancing at Ying Feiyang again.

Luo Zhonghao was finally able to stand up, got up and spat on it, and said to Ying Feiyang: "It turned out to be a waste who can only use his mouth to make a sword." Luo Zhonghao laughed twice as if he had saved face, greeted the two younger brothers, and swaggered down the mountain.

After a while, Ying Feiyang's true qi gradually calmed down, but when he saw that he was in a breath, he said without waves: "Senior sister, thank you for your trouble, I'm fine." ”

Xie Lingyan comforted: "Don't care about their words, recuperate with peace of mind, with your talent, you will definitely be able to make up for this wasted time in the future." "Senior sister, can I also participate in that Raushzi sword test conference?" Ying Feiyang asked as if he hadn't heard the words of comfort.

"Huh?" Xie Lingyan was slightly stunned, and said: "Although it is more troublesome, not foreign disciples can also participate, but within a year, you still have a problem ......."

"One year, that's enough. Ying Feiyang got up, the anger on his face subsided, but it was replaced by a strong fighting spirit, "It's decided, I'm going to participate in the sword trial conference in a year, and then—

- Defeat him!"